Baby's first trip to the Barossa Valley and cellar doors today (at 4 weeks old and 1 day).
We started at Lou Miranda winery and then travelled to a bakery where baby had a bottle (don't tell Mr Cake that the hot cross buns I bought cost $9.35 for six).
We pushed on to Gibson Winery where CupCake had a nappy change in the car boot - like a homeless person's baby.
We strolled into Eldercare Wines* - despite it being famous, I'd never visited before due to a conflict I had with the business' son in the 1990's (i.e. it was clear he disliked me for being too goth / weird / introverted / lacking wine knowledge). I bought wine.
We strolled into Eldercare Wines* - despite it being famous, I'd never visited before due to a conflict I had with the business' son in the 1990's (i.e. it was clear he disliked me for being too goth / weird / introverted / lacking wine knowledge). I bought wine.
We then travelled to Hermitage* Wines where the cellar door gentleman raved on and on. He was the kind of person that has taken the job out of chronic loneliness. The type which tells you their life story in great detail, but has little interest in hearing yours. Sound familiar? These people usually dismiss your troubles 'it will pass' and are jealous of your success 'oh you were in the right place at the right time'.
Purchases made, we drove to Layback* Wines where some French tourists refused to try any wine 'we're driving' and bought two bottles of the cheapest plonk they could find in the sale bin. I sensed this was a 'present' for a host family.
I ended up purchasing bulk port and muscat for my barrels at home (it will be winter soon, and I'll be bunking down with CupCake and an open gas fire). I also bought some expensive port as I was co-erced into tasting an un-released, new and exciting product. It was so revolting, that anything I tried immediately afterwards was naturally going to fall into my shopping trolley. Perhaps this is a marketing ploy. Feed the customer crap, then something passable, and they will purchase.
I ended up purchasing bulk port and muscat for my barrels at home (it will be winter soon, and I'll be bunking down with CupCake and an open gas fire). I also bought some expensive port as I was co-erced into tasting an un-released, new and exciting product. It was so revolting, that anything I tried immediately afterwards was naturally going to fall into my shopping trolley. Perhaps this is a marketing ploy. Feed the customer crap, then something passable, and they will purchase.
Screams started to emerge from the back seat when we were an hour away from home. I turned around in my seat and breathed some fortified fumes in CupCake's face, hoping that this would assist her to settle. It's not suggested in any baby care books, so I will pioneer new methods and publish a book in due course. It already has a working title - 'Babies brought up on booze from birth.'
* Names changed.
* Names changed.
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